Ash and charred magical residue fell like gray snow, blanketing a narrow valley on the fringes of the Old Battlefield. Diru, now clad in captain's armor with a silver-fang emblem emblazoned on his shoulder, crouched behind a thicket of bioluminescent moss clinging to the stone cliffs. Behind him, a dozen Asura soldiers breathed in a synchronized rhythm—calm, steady, and ready to strike.
After assisting the two Queens in the capture of Leon, Diru had been redeployed to the front. This time, he held command over his own unit: twenty-three young Asuras who had only recently completed their evolutions.
Instead of being thrust into the most lethal zones of the front line, they were tasked with severing enemy supply chains. While Kuja had been sent to the New Battlefield, Diru was stationed at the Old Battlefield. The fundamental difference between the two lay in their proximity to the Demon legions currently battering the Human Alliance at the vanguard.
